Josef Koudelka is possibly the single greatest influence on me as a photographer. I was shown his work by photographer and old friend of my fathers, Dick Swayne. I immediately fell in love with his work and, through the glimpses of his personality that shone through the images, with Koudelka himself…
There have been many, many times over the last seven or eight years when I have been unable to take photographs, despite the voice in my head telling me that I should be. Call it writers block if you like — I often do. I…
It takes approximately one minute and forty-five seconds to walk the length of the convenience…
Story tellers.
There are times, if only for a moment, when the planes of life align and perfection is reached.
A warm spring day, the wafting scent of flowers on a gentle breeze, cherry blossoms, the…
Dinner was finished and Oliver began walking in circles around the table.
“Come on, little circler, time for bed,” David said.
Every morning she comesStalking through the buttercups.She doesn’t take shit from anyone.Particularly the blackbirds. She really hates blackbirds.Every morning she comesSwooping after…